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In the shadowed twilight of 19th-century Delhi, where the once-mighty Mughal Empire crumbled under the iron heel of British colonialism, Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib—pen name Ghalib, meaning “the conqueror”—breathed his last on February 15, 1869, at the age of 71. His life had been a tapestry woven with threads of unparalleled poetic genius, profound philosophical inquiry, personal tragedy, and unyielding wit. Orphaned at five after his father’s death in battle, married at thirteen to Umrao Begum (with whom he would lose all seven children in infancy), financially destitute despite royal titles like Dabir-ul-Mulk and Najm-ud-Daula bestowed by Emperor Bahadur Shah Zafar II, and a witness to the devastating 1857 Indian Rebellion that reduced Delhi to ruins, Ghalib’s existence was one of exquisite sorrow and intellectual rebellion. His ghazals, written in both Urdu and Persian, delved into the mysteries of love (ishq), the divine (khuda), the self (khudi), and the illusory nature of reality. Lines like “Na tha kuchh to khuda tha, kuch na hota to khuda hota / Duboya mujhko hone ne, na hota main to kya hota” (When nothing was, God was; had nothing been, God would still be / My very existence has drowned me; had I not been, what would I have been?) captured the Sufi-inspired unity of being (wahdat al-wujud), questioning ego, creation, and the divine in ways that transcended his era. Yet the cosmos, in its infinite mercy and curiosity, deemed such a soul too luminous to fade into oblivion. The Eternal Muse—a primordial entity embodying the creative force behind all poetry, song, and word across multiverses—intervened. Ghalib’s verses had not merely echoed human longing; they had subtly resonated with the fabric of reality itself, bending probabilities in ways even he never suspected. As his mortal form lay in his haveli in Ballimaran, Chandni Chowk, his soul was offered reincarnation not into another earthly life, but into a high-fantasy realm called Elyndor. In this world, magic is fundamentally linguistic, and “the Verse-Weave” governs existence.

breaths, the features, and even the heartbeats. Six years ago, everyone thought that the bond was severed, and that death had drawn the curtain on one of them, leaving the other in a long silence. ​Rachel lived trying to ignore the echo resonating in the corners of her mind, distracted from the truth that the years had hidden: Gazelle had never left, nor was she ever just a fleeting memory folded by the dust. ​And with the first step taken by that person returning from his long absence, the ashes of the past are stirred, revealing that the departed have their own ways of remaining... waiting for the moment when the lines between presence and absence awaken, to announce... The Gazelle State."

Rani, Queen of the Ruins, escapes a forced marriage to a ghoul aback her Roc, Ghazal, and becomes the Poet Queen of Lotan, the outlaw desert mythland of djinn, dakinis, phoenixes, and Ifrit. By day, she hunts aback Ghazal the Roc with her phoenix-fletched arrows, and come evening, she sips Chai, reciting poetry for thieves, kings, and demons alike. But soon, a strange Necromancer, smelling of honey and rot, visits the peaceful Lotan, bringing news the Ghoul King has come to claim Rani forcefully as his Bride, and bring Lotan to waste. But that is only the beginning. And the Necromancer has an attraction all his own. Can Rani escape this sexy, mystical web? What happens when her very soul escapes the shackles of a wounded body? Can their be immortality for poetry, love for a Poet Queen, and a way to fight Iblis himself? War is coming to Lotan. And Rani must fight, or lose her one true love, and any hope of restoring peace.

In the neon-drenched heart of modern Shanghai, **Qí Hǔ**—a former orphanage protector turned reclusive silk merchant—guards lethal secrets behind his shop’s dusty shelves. When the criminal syndicate **“Nightingale Loom”** resurfaces, leaving cobalt silk threads at grisly crime scenes, Qí Hǔ is dragged back into a war he thought he’d buried. Forced to reunite with his estranged found family—a tech billionaire, a ruthless fashion CEO, and a loyal detective—he must confront the ghosts of his violent past. Their mission ignites when **Liú Xīngchén (柳星辰)**, China’s most luminous actress, joins their ranks. Haunted by her friend’s disappearance at a Loom-connected gala, she trades red carpets for shadow ops, using her fame to infiltrate high-society hellscapes where silk masks bloodstained deals. As the **“Shadow Weavers”**, they transform Qí Hǔ’s shop into a clandestine fortress, weaving traps with threads of tech, tailoring, and tactical genius. But the Loom’s mastermind watches from the glittering darkness, ready to shred their new family apart. From haunted alleyways to vipers’ ballrooms, Qí Hǔ and Xīngchén walk a razor’s edge between vengeance and redemption—where every stitch in the shadows could save Shanghai... or unravel their souls.

Meri Ghar me meri maa ki dabi aavaj

When the prison gates of Blackwall slam shut, freedom dies for most. But for Anya Williams, the woman branded a monster for killing a Chinese gang boss and forty of his men in one bloody night, Blackwall is just another battlefield. Cold, silent, and scarred, she enters the fortress of razor wire and shadows with chains on her wrists—but fire in her eyes. Inside, predators rule, fear reigns, and survival demands submission. Yet Anya refuses to bow. When she crosses paths with Valentina, the brutal queen of the prison yard, a single spark ignites a war no one thought possible. The inmates whisper her name. The guards avoid her gaze. And the warden, amused and intrigued, watches a storm begin to brew. But Anya isn’t here just to survive. Every move she makes, every silence she keeps, hides a deeper purpose. And in a place built to break spirits, Anya is about to prove she’s unbreakable. Blackwall thought it could cage her. It was wrong

Collection of different horror stories I guess.

Dunia terancam bahaya oleh sekelompok misterius yang menamakan diri mereka Azhura. Sebuah kerajaan yang kuat bernama Aurora hanya dalam semalam hancur oleh kelompok yang hanya terdiri dari 10 orang tersebut. Disisi lain, seorang pemuda yang merupakan anak dari Jendral kerajaan Zeulth yang bernama Sieght Leghart bergabung ke dalam pasukan keamanan dunia White Force dan masuk di dalam Legion X. Dia dihadapkan dengan misi yang membawanya berhadapan langsung dengan kelompok Azhura..

The tale of a Blargha becoming a Flargha and taking over the world... Who the hell let this slime write a story!

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!